Wednesday, July 23, 2014

After
spying aphids on my red elderberry, I took my nozzled hose to blast them with a
merciless torrent of water.As I was
making sure to aim at the underside of the leaves, our Legislature and Governor
came to mind.The aphids had attacked
the tender new leaves, not from the top of the leaves where they can easily be
seen, but on the underside, hidden from the eye.A Superior Court in Phoenix
had just ordered the Legislature and Governor to pay revenue to the public
schools in Arizona
that they had for years quietly diverted to their own pet projects.They are naturally squeaking and jibbering as
though they had been caught with their snouts in the public trough.

The
aphids were covertly attacking my red elderberry at its new growth, certainly trying
to stunt it and eventually even destroy it.By taking money the voters had taxed themselves for education and
siphoning it off for their pet projects, the Legislature and the Governorwere
stunting the growing edge of our society, the public schools, by sucking the
sap of education.They’ve been engaged
in such shenanigans for a long time, gradually reducing support for our three
universities and community colleges, slowing sucking the sap from the new
growth of our society.

As
with aphids, they hide on the underside to suck away at the juices of
society.Finding aphids on one’s plants,
bushes, trees leads to a feeling of an impotent rage at these parasites who are
surreptitiously trying to destroy a garden.If the aphids get the upperhand, then a garden’s future is dismal.

If
repeated and frequent blasts of water don’t work, then insecticidal soap is the
ammunition to use.Just spraying the
infected plants won’t do.One has to get
down and spray upward to get the underside of the leaves.More often than not, the gardener gets a good
soaking, too.A little soap never hurt
anyone.This is one reason not to use a
poisonous spray for fear of afflicting oneself.The other reason is that it’s not too bright to use poison because it
kills everything, the good and the bad.Also, it’s best in a fight never to become that which one despises.The aim is to get at the underhanded and
hidden, one might even say, the closeted malaise in the garden.

One
of the disquieting aspects of gardening is that the battle against aphids and
white flies is never over.As in defense
of our freedom, one must be eternally vigilant.Sad but true, gardeners must always be on the prowl to check out the
undersides of their gardens if they want to enjoy their beauty and bounty.In gardening as in politics, it pays to
snoop.

We
have friends in this battle of the undersides, lady bugs and green lacewings,
to name a few.Lady bugs, which
incidentally were named after the Virgin Mary, can be purchased at commercial
nurseries and let loose in the evenings to devour both the aphids and white
flies.Happily, both the lady bug itself
and its larvae find aphids and white flies particularly tasty.

Green lacewings can be
purchased either as larvae or as mature insects and hung out in the garden to
destroy aphids and white flies.Generally, they are sold in thousand insect lots.

Also,
an astute move is to develop gardens friendly to ladybugs and green
lacewings.Dill, yellow yarrow,
coriander, cosmos, and Queen Anne’s lace are a few of the plants favored by
both of them.To the contrary, zinnias
and nasturtiums are seemingly offensive to the aphids and white flies.

Sometimes,
gardeners and citizens lose a skirmish, but that’s no reason to give up the
battle.Particularly in household
plants, a white fly infestation in dangerous because unless thwarted they can
take over the whole house.If a plant is
badly infected, the best thing to do is throw it out encased in a plastic bag
and put in the garbage can and sent to Environmental Services.As with all things, it’s important to know
when to keep and when to throw out.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

A
touch of class, a hint of civilization, a love story, and a tragedy, these are
the themes entwined in the tale of the McCormick Rose, a cutting of which
graces the bottom of the steps into Old Main at the North Campus of NAU.The first McCormick Rose was brought as a
cutting by Margaret Hunt McCormick, the bride of Richard McCormick, Arizona’s Second Territorial Governor, to Prescott in November
1865.A French Boursaid (rosagallica),
an ancient French hybrid, this pink rose was the first cultivated rose in Arizona.

The
McCormick Rose at Old Main is the granddaughter of the grandedame
original McCormick Rose.It was a
cutting from the McCormick Rose at the SharlotHallMuseum
in Prescott which was in turn a cutting from the
original rose planted by Margaret McCormick by front door of the Governor’s
Mansion in Prescott.The Class of 1934 planted the third
generation cutting at Old Main.

The
McCormick Rose began its journey in Margaret McCormick’s trousseau luggage as
she and Richard made their way to Arizona.
First, the cutting accompanied them by
steamship from New York to Jamaica and thence to Aspinwall at the Isthmus of Panama.Next, the cutting went with them overland on mule back to the PacificCoast
where they and the cutting again boarded a steamship for Acapulco.Finally, the cutting went with them to Los Angeles.

After
a few days rest in Los Angeles, they and the
cutting took a stagecoach to Yuma where they
boarded a steamer for a trip up the Colorado River
to Ehrenburg.Then as Margaret described
the last leg of the journey, it was “two ambulances, six government wagons, and
two private baggage wagons” crossing the Mohave Desert to Prescott.A hearty cultivar, it flourishes today at Old Main and at Cline Library.

Prescott
at first was a single hastily built, ramshackle log cabin on the banks of
Granite Creek, called FortMisery by John Goodwin,
the First Territorial Governor.The
Governor’s Mansion to which Richard McCormick brought his well‑bred, well‑educated,
New Jersey
bride was a long cabin with dirt floors and windows without glass.Happily, as the first First Lady, she was
given carte blanche on improvements, furnishings, and decorations. She had furniture made from pine logs.

The
McCormick Rose was but a symbol of the civilization and class Margaret brought
to Prescott.She transformed the rude log cabin into a
frontier mansion where she made a home for Richard and herself, an office for
him, and accommodations for guests.She
threw levees, entertained quests, and bade visitors and strangers welcome.Margaret wrote of her “own dear home” to her
friend Emma in New Jersey, “We danced in the house” and “served cold roast beef
, veal, pies & cakes in variety, almonds, raisins, jellies, coffee,
lemonade, & wine.”

A
considerable horsewoman, Margaret accompanied Richard on many of his trips
throughout the Territory, becoming acquainted with many of the pioneers,
impressing them with her grace.Well‑loved,
she touched the frontier settlement with her charm. In another letter to her friend Emma, she wrote that she "was never so happy in her life," and that Richard "acts much more the ‘lover’ now, than he did before we were married."

Prescott
at the time was a jumping off place for what Richard McCormick called a “terraincognita”, an unknown and unmapped land, a land fit for only “daring
trappers and adventuresome gold seekers.”The log cabin Governor’s Mansion was a mansion only in comparison to the
tents, shacks, lean‑tos, and wagons making up the rest of the settlement.

On
her return from a trip with Richard to San
Francisco, she gave birth to a stillborn child.Thought to have been recovering well, she
suddenly lapsed into a violent sickness and died one day short of her 24th
birthday.She was buried with her
stillborn child in her arms in the forest near the mansion.Her grave was strewn with wildflowers.

The
PrescottArizonaMiner in May 3, 1867 wrote that Margaret was “a greatly loved woman,”
whose death had “cast gloom over the community,” adding that “no woman in the
Territory was more happy.”